Chapter 11

It was late at night, and only two lights were still on in the crime investigation department. Emma stared at the surveillance footage, absentmindedly rubbing the rim of her coffee cup with her fingertips. The screen briefly showed a blurry image of one of the last members of the drug ring. She narrowed her eyes and hit pause. She pointed at the figure in the corner of her screen and said to the man nearby, "That's the guy. He was in charge of moving the drugs during the raid three years ago. They called him Ghostline." The man didn't respond, so Emma figured he had missed the information. Right then, she felt a warm breath behind her. At some point, Michael had walked up beside her, leaning in close as his long fingers slid across the screen. "The latest intel says he's moving a shipment tonight. This is our chance to arrest him." His breath brushed past her ear, making her freeze for a moment before she calmly inched to the side. "Interpol has had eyes on him for three months.